Three sisters age 92, 94, and 96 live in a house together.

One night the 96 year old draws a bath, puts her foot in and pauses. She yells down the stairs, "Was I getting in or out of the bath?"


The 94 year old yells back, "I don't know, I'll come up and see."


She starts up the stairs and pauses, then she yells, 
"Was I going up the stairs or coming down?"


The 92 year old was sitting at the kitchen table having tea 
listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, 
"I sure hope I never get that forgetful."

She knocks 
on wood for good measure. She then yells, 
"I'll come up and help both of you as soon as I see 
who's at the door."

My paternal grandmother was the sweetest person, even for a grandmother as you would ever want to know and she 2 sons and 5 grandsons (we won't count the daughter and 2 granddaugters) but I can't ever remember her calling one of us boys by the right name and ususally she would go thru the list and your name be last - and if you were standing in front her and she called just 5 minutes you could make book on how many names she would go thru until she got to you.

Cats were a different were a different story and I don't ever rembember at least one litter of kittens around all the time and she never got a name wrong. My cousins used to put different colored ribbons around their neck to tell them apart and I don't recall ever getting wrong.

Bill: As you get older, it happens to the best of us. I'm seeing it with 9 kids and 7 grandkids and I'm not even that old!